Fortitude: Round 4 Start

[mamarosa]

You may notice that once again the number of Prefects by Dolorosa's side has risen. On the stage with her is Lelouch, Yuri, and Gamzee. Nanami has been sick the past few days and will be missing the assembly, something that is rather routine by now. Dolorosa talks amiably with the three present Prefects before the assembly starts.

It should be a familiar scene by now, Dolorosa smiling out over her students.

"Hello, my students, another round has come to an end and another is starting anew. We were not the victors of round 3 but, just as you have in past rounds, everyone fought well," she laughs a bit, "And perhaps maybe it is a bit safer for all of us that Conquest has won the round, so I congratulate you on avoiding the wrath of Day and Santana." She can't help but poke fun at her fellow staff members, it is easier to make light of the situation than punish her students unnecessarily.

"The downside of losing is that you are not rewarded the extra Raks, but let us not dwell on defeat and instead focus on the victories of the round," behind her, as per usual, the Battle Records show up on the screen.

"I am once again proud of my students, you very rarely battle among yourselves, not that I am discouraging you. I extend a congratulations to Shion for defeating Becca."

As the inter-school battle records show up on the screen she looks surprised but not disappointed, "For Inter-school battles we should congratulate Lelouch," she turns to her Prefect, "for defeating Feferi." That's right, Fortitude won a grand total of two battles, one of them fought against itself. Students should take a moment to be relieved over the fact they are not in Conquest.

"Lastly, we should congratulate Dahlia for winning the round," Dolorosa begins to applaud for all the victors.

"And without further ado, the Players for round 4 are:

Oichi
Dave
Gamzee
Marisa
Jade
Inui
Spain
Nanash

Have a wonderful round."
 

Comments

[honkhonkwoof]

He can't help but think; motherfucking finally. It's a relief, although it comes with a need to get weapons. Six. He'll need to find six people, if he wants to win -- he immediately considers Tavros. Who else?

He simply looks around for a moment, feeling reluctant to start asking around. But he had to get at least one weapon, and had to quick. At least he felt a need to get it done quickly. Being a prefect, it should be easy enough, right?

[roboprosthetic]

Tavros wheels Gamzee's way, a small smile on his face. "Hi," he says. "You're, uh, you're a player...?"

[honkhonkwoof]

He offers a smile as he sees Tavros approaching him, and nods. "Yeah. Been a damn weapon the rest of all this time, so it's pretty nice... and you ain't a player, is you?"

[roboprosthetic]

"I'm not," he looks nervous suddenly. "My, uh. My weapon isn't so great. I remember from the dream that it was, uh, it is a cape."

[honkhonkwoof]

Dammit. "Oh, a cape? Well dang, wouldn't that be fun to fly around in." He chuckles, and keeps his smile. It would still count.

[roboprosthetic]

"Yeah, I... I guess." Rubbing the back of his neck now, sheepishly looking around. "What's, um. What is yours?"

[honkhonkwoof]

"Motherfucking clubs, bro." He nods to himself. They were pretty damn fine weapons. "I don't mean to be getting my rush on or nothin', but is you wantin' to vow with this motherfucker? You don't have to be fightin' none if you really ain't wanting it."